"Hey Franky! What's with the face?" You asked as you plopped down beside the infamous scarer, Frank McCay, who looked abnormally depressed. You were worried instantly for the male usually had a happy go lucky grin and a witty comment when you were around. He was grasping his cup of coffee and staring at the swirl of brown and caramel inside the mug. "Hey? You listening?"

He looked up at you with sad eyes and heaved a great sigh. He took a swig of the hot brew you prepared for him and he shrugged wordlessly. You frowned, but decided that he would talk about it if he wanted to. You wouldn't push him; after all he was your only customer half the time and your only friend in the big new city.

You had been born in the country very far away from the hustle and bustle of city life. You moved not too long ago when your parents found a good job and made you enjoy the city even though you had hated it. Too much noise, too smelly, too large, and too many people for your taste. With any luck, you had hopped your parents would win the lottery and head back out to the country so you could kiss the city good-bye.

Until you met him, of course.

The kind yet tough monster who had stumbled into your humble little coffee shop after breaking the scare record on his floor for the quarter. He grinned like a fool and swung his arms around his friends who cheered beside him. You were surprised to see such friendly faces, you were so used to other adults snarling for coffee and practically harassing you to hurry up. They would take their coffee without so much as a 'thank you' or 'have a nice day.' Another think you despised about the city, everyone seemed to lack any manners that your parents insisted you know. And he was totally different from anyone you had met so far.

He was laughing and accepting pats on the back until he looked at you. For a moment, you had felt time slow down and everyone, everything, disappear from the room leaving you and the stranger. Your eyes locked with his own and you couldn't speak as if he had placed a spell on you. He approached you with a kind expression, but no smile, until he was standing right at your counter. He offered you a wild smile and a tip of his university hat before asking you for coffee with his friends.

"You look new," he finally said and you looked up, since he was quite a bit taller than you. "What's your name?"

"(Your name), sir. And you?"

He chuckled at the politeness. "I'm Frightening Frank McCay, but you can call me Franky."

You smiled. "Franky, I like it." He smiled as he began to ask you what you recommended off the list of coffees and sugary sweets.

"Franky?"

He just looked at you like he was ready to hurl. "Hmm?"

"Everything alright?"

He nodded.

You crossed your (# of arms) across your chest, annoyed that he now wasn't answering you. You told yourself five minutes earlier that you wouldn't push him, but now he was beginning to bum you out tremendously. Even the customers, all dull anyways, looked slightly upset by the sight of a blue monster glaring at them constantly. You smacked the towel you had used to clean the counter on the table in front of him and he just continued to stare at the table. "Alright, enough is enough."

He raised an eyebrow at you, but said nothing.

"You're bumming me out, Franky, please tell me what's wrong." You begged, "I thought you trusted me."

His eyes widen for a moment before returning to their dull form and he glances up at your harsh yet worried face. "Honestly, it's nothing. I promise."

"I don't believe you."

"Then don't."

"Don't do this."

He glares up at you and it surprises you that he was even capable of looking so menacing to anyone. Especially you. Weren't you friends? "Just drop it, please, (your name)."

It was almost closing time for you and your beloved coffee shop and Frank was still sitting in the corner with a thoughtful face. Your family had come in to visit and he hadn't even said a hello. He was usually the first to greet your parents before you, so for him to ignore them was unheard of. It was so...impolite and he wasn't impolite at all.

"Franky, the stores' closing."

No reply.

"Franky? Please tell me what's wrong." You walked over to him and sat in the chair beside him. His many legs looked slouched and sloppy as you placed a gentle hand on one of the closet ones to you. He stares at you, stunned, the most expression he has shown all day. "You can trust me."

He looks back down at the now empty cup; at least he wasn't trying to slowly kill himself in your shop. "I...I lost my hat today...and some little kid almost got me fired. He snuck into the room when I wasn't paying attention and he could have gotten himself killed in the human world! I couldn't explain to his parents what had happened, how would they feel?"

You smiled as you patted him on the back. You were glad that it wasn't anything major that would make you worry like him moving or leaving you. "But he's okay! You can't blame yourself, Franky, it wasn't your fault."

"I almost lost someone today," he whispered in a sad voice. He grasped your hand with surprising strength for such a skinny guy and looked into your eyes like he was piercing your very soul. You were sure you were blushing and had to look away from his intense gaze. "I didn't even know that kid, but when I thought about how bad I would feel, I couldn't bare it." You looked back at him as he continued to talk in a whisper as if he was ashamed that he looked or sounded weak in front of you. "So, I couldn't even imagine what would happen if I lost you.

Those were undoubtedly the sweetest thing anyone had ever said to you. Even your family (although they didn't count) had never said something so incredibly thoughtful to you. And it wasn't like those sappy lines you had heard when you had walked around the city when random monsters tried to pick you up; it was sincere and truthful. He usually flirted with you, but never said anything that he knew would make your head spin. Or maybe it was always intentional. "Then you don't ever have to worry." He looks at you expectantly. "I'm not going anywhere."